When Death Becomes Us

WHEN DEATH BECOMES US

Our past locks and bugs where lost souls room,
Where the sailors have lost there way,
Where the cold winds blow and hails to The ruined,
Where the road of sadness
Walks along her way,
As she is walking,
And floating on the air under her feet,
Floating on the tears of
The of the broken hated,
And the fallen
Her heart torn into pieces as
She feels the pains,
Of thoughts without hope,
That gave into a rope,
Never know where to call home,
Lost and alone,
Without an answer of her own,
Lost in thought,
Mind just crawling,
With only the dead a calling,
The children of the night howling through the darkness are calling,
She can’t speak,
Like a locked away freak,
That’s in range about her caged,
But knowing that everything in her little lost word is her problem,
She's ain’t salving,
She's feels a victim or her own time and mind,
She's an outcast,
One of her last,
Mans own past,
She's out lasted time,
Lost in an old nursery rule rhyme,
A victim of lost love and time,
Where the cold wind blows she has to go,
Without love or hope of her own.
In the road of sadness,
It’s madness,
But not past us,
Why can’t she just get past this,
She accompanied herself,
But what would that do,
I ask you,
Like glue she stuck,
Feeling like life just sucks,
All alone with her sadness,
And no hope for the light of day to end this life of sadness,
Away from everyone she ever knew,
And feeling all blue,
She even has two torn her shoes,
Her heart torn in two little pieces,
Singing the blues is all she can now know how to do.